What's In Your Wallet?

"OK. The tip comes out to $4.0125. Rounded off, that makes it $4.01. Now we divide that by three. . ."

Eight minutes later, Biker Teacher found himself at the motel diner's cashier. He handed the cashier his check card and waited while she rang up his tab. Out of the corner of his eye, Biker Teacher spotted a woman approaching him. Fast. He figured that at her elevated rate of speed, if she didn't stop soon, she would collide into him. A klaxon sounded in his head. All hands, brace for impact.

The woman didn't stop. She didn't even slow down.

Bang.

"Biker Teacher, long time no see," the woman said.

"Fearsome Sweetie! Hey, I was wondering who this woman was coming at me at ramming speed," Biker Teacher replied. He turned around for a second to sign his bill, then faced the encroaching female once again.

"I didn't know you were back on the island," Fearsome Sweetie said.

"Been back since 2000." It might have been 1999, but 2000 was an easier number to blurt out without thinking. Biker Teacher hugged Fearsome Sweetie.

"Really? Wow. So what have you been up to?" Fearsome Sweetie asked while keeping her body well within Biker Teacher's personal space.

"I've been teaching at Ass Crack Middle. Can you believe that?"

Fearsome Sweetie laughed. "I can't believe I haven't seen you around."

"I don't drink much, so I don't get out much," Biker Teacher said with a smile.

"I don't drink either. Hey, this is my friend Dar. Dar, this is my classmate, Biker Teacher." Biker Teacher shook Dar's hand while Fearsome Sweetie remain close. "So have you talked to Nicks?"

"Actually, yes. I had both of her kids as students."

"That must have been interesting," Fearsome Sweetie said with a smile. Biker Teacher remembered that during high school, he used to be afraid of Fearsome Sweetie. Now she never did anything to him to deserve that fear. In fact, she was a rather pleasant person. Biker Teacher just developed a sweetie-phobia because Fearsome Sweetie had a very rough exterior. However, her smile today was genuinely pretty.

And that's when Biker Teacher realized that Fearsome Sweetie was well inside his personal bubble, and it made him feel awkward since he was not used to having pretty women so close by. Well, at least not women of legal age anyway.

"You know, if you're going to stand so close to me, I may end up suggesting that we get a room. We are in a motel, after all," Biker Teacher attempted to be funny.

"Oh really?" Fearsome Sweetie laughed.

"Yup. I could just put the room on my credit card and earn airline miles."

"Biker, Biker, Biker. Tsk tsk. Have you forgotten me already?"

"Eh?"

"Biker, if you remembered me," Fearsome Sweetie started giggling, "you would know that I don't give a flying fuck."